Barry:
You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me.
Martin:
You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey!
Janet:
Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
Barry:
I'm not trying to be funny.
Martin:
You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
Janet:
You're gonna be a stirrer?
Barry:
No one's listening to me!
Martin:
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
Barry:
I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
(Barry's parents don't listen to him and continue to ramble on)
Martin:
Let's open some honey and celebrate!
Barry:
Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
Janet:
I'm so proud.
(The scene cuts to Barry and Adam waiting in line to get a job)
Adam:
We're starting work today!
Barry:
Today's the day.
Adam:
Come on! All the good jobs will be gone.
Barry:
Yeah, right.
Job Lister:
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal...
Bee in the front of the line: Is it still available?
Job Lister:
Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side.
Adam:
What'd you get?
Bee in the front of the line: Picking crud out. Stellar!
(He walks away)
Adam:
Wow!
Job Lister:
Couple of newbies?
Adam:
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Job Lister:
Make your choice.
(Adam and Barry look up at the job board. There are hundreds of constantly changing panels that contain available or unavailable jobs. It looks very confusing)